Outlaws of Love Trentxreader

CHP01: Breaking Out

Okay so this is the next xreader. I remember how psyched some of you were about this one so I'm excited to get this out:) This book will have guest appearance from villains throughout the series of South Park like Christophe and Gregory(weren't neccessarily villains but they do seem shady),  Loogie(the mafia guy), Corey Lanksin(the minecraft kid), and others! All of them are in the description. I hope you like it! :)

Shit, really... Did that really just fucking happen? I sighed deeply, forcing my feet to run faster. Where was the damn son of a bitch, Trent Boyett!  I had to find him. Today was supposed to be a normal day Trent was one of my regulars who I visited but it just went all downhill because of my ignorance and stupid trust.

I slowly took all my objects out of all my pockets to go into the visitation area. Too bad I forgot my keys inside my back pocket. Every other weekend I'd go visit the prisoners in Juvenile detention. I wanted to help since my brother was sentenced to a similar prison. I also wanted volunteer hours to look appealing for colleges. The first person on my list to see was Trent. 

This was week six of visiting him and still, he didn't seem to like me one bit. I entered his cell with an officer just outside peering in. "Hey Trent, let's just get this over with." I sighed. He smirked laying back into his bed.

"Whatever you say little miss ___." He started. I took out The Great Gatsby a book we were reading in class. Trent's overseers said it might help him when he was released in a couple more years. 

I was about to start reading when Trent started tapping his steel head rest. "Hey, ____ bring me anything from the outside world?" He sighed. I laughed dully. No way was I sneaking shit in for him.

"Sure Trent I brought you all of fucking Disneyland." He scoffed tossing in his bed. I went for the book again when he sat up.

"At least let me use the crapper." I looked at the officer outside who nodded slowly. I got up from my seat(I had to leave to give the poor dude some privacy the toilet's in his cell afterall) as Trent slowly got up from his bed. The cell door slowly opened and Trent passed the chair I had once sat on. I thought it was odd how focused he was on my chair. When the officer moved from the cell doorway(to let me out) Trent dragged me back inside and pushed me onto the bed. "Thanks a lot, ____ for bringing me this." He smirked showing me the keys that had been in my back pocket. He jabbed them into the officer who staggered back. Afterward, Trent fled for the exit. I looked to the officer. There was a microscopic cut in his stomach from my keys. He bled a little but he was acting melodramatic.

He fell to the floor coughing and groaning.  I rolled my eyes. "Sir, are you okay?" I asked. 

"I... I'm dying." He coughed. I looked at him dully. "Call 911." He continued. I slowly walked away but then realized Trent was gone.

If anyone knew that those were my keys I was sure going to get it. That's why I had to get Trent back to his cell. I didn't care how dangerous he was. They'd be especially suspicious since I didn't call 911 for the dying officer. Maybe from day one, Trent had always known I was stupid enough to manipulate to his advantages. I grit my teeth annoyed. Damn it, Trent, where the fuck did you go!